“You’re a crazy plant lady.” “Please. I haven’t officially earned that title until I have a greenhouse of my own.” “Do you want one?” “A greenhouse?” “Are the pesticides in here getting to your head or are you just struggling to comprehend what I’m asking?” “Maybe I'm struggling because of what you're asking in the first place.” His chest heaves from a deep breath. “Would you like a greenhouse?” “In your backyard?” “I think we can start calling it ours, seeing as you live there too.”
